Chapter 4

~The next day~

~(Y/N)'s POV~

Can't believe I'm going back there to see that dream demon...

I also got some food for him. Just a sandwich since I don't know what he eats. I was also visibly limping and everyone was asking me what had happened. I didn't tell them anything and just went upstairs.

I walked to where I first found him. I looked around.

"Boo."

I yelped and leaped back, hurting my ankle in the process. I looked up to see... a floating person?

"Nice to see you again, (y/n)." He smirked and put a hand out towards me.

'How does he know my name?' I asked myself.

"Because I'm an 'all-seeing' dream demon." He said, adding air quotation marks. "This is my human form."

"Oh..." I muttered.

'It's him...'

"What is that supposed to mean? I help you just because I'm bored and this is the thanks I get?" He crossed his arms and looked away.

'I already said thanks. Here's your food.' I thought and gave him the food that I nearly dropped.

He looked at it.

"What? It's a sandwich." I said.

"Well, I know that! But, why is it... square?"

I facepalmed. "It's bread! It's either a circle or square!"

He still didn't eat it.

"Are you discriminating against squares and circles?"

"Of course... it's not triangular."

I deadpanned. "Do you want me to cut it in half?"

He looked at me, intrigued.

'I'll take that as a yes...' I thought. I grabbed my pocket knife and cut the sandwich into triangles.

He looked like he had seen a ghost as he watched me closely.

"There," I said and put my pocket knife away.

He looked at the sandwich closely. He picked one half up and ate it.

"What masterpiece is this...?" He asked quietly.

"It's... just a (ham/veggie) sandwich," I shrugged. (For those vegetarians out there!)

"It's beautiful..."

"O...kay. I'm just gonna let you enjoy that."

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It was evening and time for me to go back.

"Well, I have to get back. See you tomorrow, Bill." I said and stood up.

"Right... I'll see you tomorrow." He said.

I walked away back to the mystery shack.

'I wonder if I should tell the others about him...' I thought. 'Hm... no, Dipper wouldn't let me see him again. Wait, why would I care?'

I obviously don't care. Don't care whatsoever.